Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone,

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

Moderate Sorrow Fits Vulgar Love, And For A Vulgar Man: But I Have Lov'd With Such Transcendent Passion, I Soar'd, At First, Quite Out Of Reason's View, And Now Am Lost Above It.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.